Far from the questions echoing from the Baroness's lips...
Lucas wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of mud behind. He had just set his hoe down beside Geralt, who looked equally exhausted but satisfied with their hard work.
"Phew... finally done," Lucas muttered, catching his breath. He glanced around, realizing something was missing. "Geralt, where's Silvara? I thought she was just here teaching Anya how to write."
They moved to the edge of the field, beneath the tree where Anya usually practiced her letters.
Elin, who was sitting nearby tidying up, spoke up. "Liona picked her up just now, Young Master. Said she was called urgently to the main manor. Liona's face was deathly pale; it seemed like a serious matter."
Lucas fell silent. His heart hammered a bit faster. Silvara was? Is this about my identity? Was that dagger test this morning just the opening act? he thought anxiously.
"Young Master!"
